Name: Reiko Kozakura Faction: Hyperelite Morph: Sylph Bio: Reiko is a scion of the Kozakura family, the owner of a powerful Japanese zaibatsu with origins from post-Meiji Japan. During the Fall, in-between corporate backstabbing and TITANs, the Kozakuras made the mistake of trying to help as many of its employees and their family off-world as they could. While tens of thousands of lives were saved due to their efforts, the family was crippled financially as a result. In desperation, the head of the family, Reiko's father, saw the Consortium as the only means of ensuring the survival of their family. Reiko was only nine years old during the Fall, but vividly remembers it. As a result, it has turned her into an outspoken supporter of infogees and the reclamation of Earth...two things the Consortium are blatantly against. This has also caused friction with the rest of her family, especially her father, who must balance his relations with the Consortium with his own internal affairs. This includes using indentures in the new hypercorp the Kozakuras had set up. Reiko has considered re-locating to Venus more than once, where her political views are much more common. Yet being raised with the idea that family is the most important than the individual---a very Japanese value---has prevented her from abandoning her family. The outer system holds no appeal for her either; she understands that many out there would distrust her based on her hyperelite connections alone, and she in turn distrusts anarchists. The Titanian Commonwealth holds some appeal, but she understands that going there would completely alienate her from the Consortium, which includes her family. Through her slowly increasing web of connections, contacts and potential allies, Reiko eventually became aware of Firewall entirely on her own and entirely by accident. Finding appeal in the organization's goals, she has since aligned herself with it, not quite aware that it might just pull her away from her family completely.

Sentinel file - SHAVI Origin: Somatek Weir-Daniels research installation, HEO D.o.B: ███-█-████ (approx ██ BF) Known Affiliation Groups: Hypercorp, Belter, Ringer Sentinel Shavi (Somatek serial number CJ-███-███-█-███)is a spacer, currently active as part of a long-haul/salvage operation, indentured (indenture remaining < 3 mo.) to Sten-Wu Long LLC, most recently active on the outside edge of the main Belt and heading toward Saturn. A bonobo uplift, Shavi appears to have been one of the few success stories of one of Somatek’s uplift cognitive-boost, and otherwise lackluster in this case, projects. Due to the Weir-Daniels habitat’s destruction in the Fall full records have yet to be acquired, but it is clear that her upbringing involved high-level interpersonal and technical training. Shavi came to our attention roughly a year after her corspse was found by Sten-Wu Long, was re-instantiated, and subsequently signed on as an indenture on a year and a half contract, which she renewed at its termination. Shavi was recruited by another sentinel with the company, and she has proven adept at their joint efforts to run one of our darkcasting relays out of the ship they work on. At present, Shavi is sleeved in a refurbished pleasure pod [EroTechnic Wisp ‘35] modified along similar lines to a standard vacuum pod. Morph design appears to be a significant interest to her, based on mesh use profiles, though curiously she seems mostly interested in human-standard morphs rather than neo-hominid designs [interest seems focused on bouncer, hibernoid, ring flyer, and other primarily microgravity-adapted morph lines]. We know she is also interested in the uplift culture creation memes and deep-rim politics and lifestyles [possibly considering a rimward move once her indenture period is up?]. She’s gone on record as not favoring combat (though see activation logs), and initial psychological analysis indicates both a timid streak and possible PTSD [related to Somatek?]. She appears to be largely within standard parameters for bonobo-uplifts, including instinctive deferrence to female authority figures, hypersexuality, and preference for group-work (though possibly abnormal conditioning toward human aesthetic norms, based on morph interest and mesh activity profiles?) [Note: sentinel has also been contacted by and appears interested in the Argonauts.] Logged Activations: █-██-████ - Sentinel activated during stoppover at Calico [torus habitat, ███ asteroid family], tasked with luring target to location for subdual. Sentinel complied under protest [logged per request: she does not appreciate her first assignment so obviously fitting the “bonobo in a sex pod” stereotype.] In subsequent, follow-up operations, sentinel was tasked with installing surveillance and jamming gear to cover up parallel operations on Calico. Performance satisfactory. Note: Sentinel’s mesh access of Mercurial/Uplift interest forums increased by avg. 330% for two weeks following operation. Sentinel has previously remained mostly neutral on the Sapient/Mercurial issue. Possible personal/values conflict? ██-█-████ - Sentinel activated before departure from refueling station █ by local router. Tasked with installing covert relay/████ package on predicted next salvage operation (Wreck of the JR-███ “M████”). Package confirmed operational within expected parameters. █-█-████ - Sentinel activated for sentry/lookout work. Operation passed without incident. ██-██-████ -Sentinel “activated” by eruption of firefight aboard scum barge (barge ID ██-██-██-██-████ [who am I kidding, these things have a thousand IDs and none are worth a damn] “Tiptoe Through Hyperspace”). Additional assets aboard (M████, J██, S███). Confirmed presence of exsurgents. Sentinel aided in evacuation, countermeasures through operation of barge systems. Wounded, extracted by J██. See attached report [REDACTED PENDING REVIEW]

Real Name: EVI-B3 Aliases: Evi Eye Alias: Valkyrie Affiliations: Argonauts, Titan Autonomous University Server: [Encrypted] Role: Sentinel Specialty: Assault, Heavy Weapons, Infosec Age in AF10: [Unknown] Primary Location: Earth Orbit, Titan Evi is a military AGI of indeterminate origin, most likely an uplifted tactical defence system, recruited into Firewall after an encounter and subsequent destruction of an exsurgent threat. A skilled combatant and competent engineer, she has served on multiple gatecrashing and infiltration ops. She has often been called upon to reinforce other sentinel teams, utilizing her skill as a shock trooper to great effect. However, Evi is known for having a lack of advanced social skills, which is likely the result of incomplete socialization. Working as a security guard when not on Firewall assignments, Evi has gained contacts who can discreetly supply military hardware. She has recently been hired by Titan Autonomous University as security for potentially dangerous expeditions, and has begun to further her technology studies. Evi is currently embarked on an extrasolar mission on Hex. Addendum: Evi was assigned to the recovery operation going planetside. The target, [Redacted], was known to house highly advanced pre-fall weapons. Upon completion of the primary objective and retrieval of [Encrypted], an antimatter grenade was detonated by the operatives, destroying the site. After the mission, Evi has undergone extensive memory psychosurgery. In order to fully erase dangerous information, all memory from before 7AF has been removed from backup archives. Furthermore, mesh information regarding her activities prior to the mission has been scrubbed. Although an extreme action, this has been voted necessary by the server. The other sentinels on the mission have had memories of the operation altered or removed. Evi remains a valuable asset, and will otherwise continue to operate normally, along with the other sentinels. [DATA RECOVERED] "You sure about this?" "Definitely. Shes damn good at what she does, this lead is definitely worth pursuing." "Plus, there is gonna be all sorts of valuable info down there, besides the objective." "All right, I'll get the team assembled." [2 Weeks Pass] "Perfectly good waste of a shuttle and some minds." "Data was worth it. Nothing on her, though. Shame." "We had to scrub four egos!" "Needs of the many." "..." "The thing I'm most scared about is her." "What?!" "Look at the identification numbers. This wasn't a small program, and they didn't put all their eggs in one basket. There are two more out there." [LOG ENDS]

Uhh… hi. Is this thing on? My name is Jamie Clarke, and I'm rather pleased to meet you all. I can see from the crowd we have gathered here that a lot of you get a lot of use out of new bodies, and a few of us are even rather fascinated with remorphing. I'm thrilled to see what we have been able to apply this technology to do, otherwise it would be a lonely solar system, these days. Anyway, I may have played a small role in developing some of the more exciting bits of the technology; I maintain tenure at the "Martian Institute of Technology", and ten years ago, I was on a slow boat from Boston to Olympus in that capacity. I earned tenure a few years before that, after a postdoc at the famous Media Lab; my thesis was on developing a radical successor to the Alpiner and the then-cutting-edge Ruster. I'm told that Richard Stallman once used the office for a few days; the open source spirit must be contagious, because we started an open source project to invent a novel nonhumanoid optimized for the brutal conditions of early-terraforming Mars. Given the distances involved between anything of importance, we gave it wings; given the populations involved, the 50/500 rule was going to be just as brutal as the climate, so we made them hermaphrodites. I can't say I've had an unqualified success, though one of my undergrads eventually went on to take his experience to Fortean, and the Ripwing shares a lot of inspiration, if not genetic code, with my wyverns; it still has sexes, and is clearly designed to appeal to the avian uplift market in ways that … well, fifteen years ago, there wasn't an avian uplift market. Part of my difficulty has been due to the Fall itself - my initial studio is a couple hundred kilometers into the exclusion zone, and I was forced to leave my second studio and apartment, carved into the side of Olympus Mons with a fusion cutter, when threats of exsurgent zombie attacks forced the evacuation of Olympus. I understand that it's now part of someone's ice-spring spa and research facility, so I can't really begrudge them an unfinished cavern. I did spend a lot of time sleeping under my desk, so the ghost of Stallman may yet haunt me. Currently, I'm back in a basket of blankets under the desk after another setback, but that's what tenure is for, right? I saw some raised eyebrows when I mentioned a slowboat. Anyway, I had schlepped my factory-original ass up to geosynch, and was overseeing a shipment of prototypes, equipment, and data to Mars, some things that couldn't yet be fabricated locally, and was changing into one of said prototypes as we went, chugging utiliTEA like it was going out of fashion, and fielding all of the weird questions you might expect, and getting even more weird looks. If the crew hadn't gotten bored with it three weeks into the flight, I think I would have gotten cabin fever. Last I heard of them, they hooked up with the Get Your Ass To Mars swarm while it was forming, but they deposited me and mine at the settlement sometime after the world ended, and sometime before the recriminations started. Anyway, I'm pretty sure that wasn't why I was invited to this shindig; there's … okay, there aren't that many old academics as there used to be, but even fewer of them are setting up automated guerrilla resleeving operations in the Martian outback. If you need some new meat, I can hook you up. You won't spawn anywhere near civilization, but the automated therapy and training tools… I'm really quite pleased with them, and there's usually a few infugees in queue you'll be training with at any of the dragons' teeth we've planted, and you won't have much trouble reaching civilization from them, because… you know, wings. In spite of my pet project, my biodesign skills are more broad based. If you can find a way to the MIT branch campus, I can install anything you have blueprints for, and probably hack together anything you need in short order. By the way, I'm honored to be invited to meet with you all on this server, to share introductions with this network and sit in on presentations of dossiers and contacts, and … I hope that one day I'll see you all, in person, back on Earth to toast our victory, and start the hard work of reconstruction. Thank you all.

Name: [REDACTED] Alias: Sunyata (primarily) Eye Alias: Anatta Affiliations: Unknown Age: Unknown Self-Identified Gender: Vaguely Masculine Public Information: Sunyata is a recently resleeved infugee who was egocast from Earth during the Fall and placed in storage for the following ten years, only to receive a new sleeve beyond the belt, in one of the many anarchist habitations that orbit Sol there.

Full Name: Doctor Francis "Doc" Rodgers Known Alias: Frank, Frankie, Leroy Eye Alias: Stitch in time Affiliations: Argonauts Server: [Encrypted] Role: Crow Specialty: Morph procurement, design, modification and repair/healing. Residence: Officially a resident of Hooverman-Geischecker, known to have secondary residence through out the system, mostly in habs with Argonaut or Titanian connections. Rodgers is known to the public as an Argonaut morph expert. His current day job is aiding the ongoing effort to improve coronal adapted morphs, and has made some contributions to improving magnetic shielding necessary for giving implants to such morphs. His penchant for forking has lead to him having a connection to most open bodybanks present through the system, which he maintains by occasional design contributions. Not known to the public is his connection to firewall. Those in the know are aware that his roaming across the system is simply a cover for his position. Most of his off the book support has involved slightly adjusting the numbers in his inventory and supply, and using the surplus obtained this way to provide firewall with morphs that otherwise don't show up in any records. Many of the bodybanks connected to him have hidden sections sometimes used as safe-houses, and generally have at least one long term fork manning the healing stations to recover any damaged morph would otherwise be missed.

Known Skillsets: Diplomacy, Street Art, Spaceship Design and Repair, Combat, Flight Current Morph: "Vacuum Flier"(Modified Lunar Flier) Faction: Anarcist Bio: High_On_Flight So, you want to know more about me huh? Well, don't want to waste any more time. So I'm Ision, yeah that Ision. Everything you've heard about me, well at least half of it's true. I was born and raised Scum, spending most of my time close or in Saturn's Ring, infrequently going to a habitats or Titan. Fun times, got my monkey Penny, worked on repairing and, let's say, spicing up the ships. Then the Fall happened, and the world turned upside down. I was 9, and let me tell you, the apocalypse changes a man(or child as the case may be). Everyone was talking about perma-death, and how sh*tty everything was. At this point, I learned 2 things, 1. You can die at anytime, and 2. Transhumanity can die at anytime. I packed my bags and left on the next ship to Locus, the Anarchist capital of the world, because I wasn't going to live my life cramped on a ship. I'm still technically a citizen there to this day, and I enjoyed my time there as a ship's repair worker and artist(all in one package!), but most of my time nowadays goes out to exploring the solar system, and the greatest profession, Zero-G dueling. Yeah, that's where you've heard of me from. ----------------------------------------Transmission End---------------------------------- Posted by: Grounded_On_Beliefs Okay, I see what you mean, I’ll step in. So about my best friend's past. Well, something he didn't mention was his parents. His mom was a scientist on Iapetus, and his dad was her boss. Well, they didn't have time to raise a kid, so they sent him away on his uncle’s scum barge, the bastards. I think he met with his dad a total of 4 times, and his mom could never catch a break. But you guys(and gals) know about Iapetus don't you? Well, when the TITANs attacked, we couldn't find him anywhere. His monkey was high, and told us he was on the roof. I went up and he was just sitting there. Funny thing was, it was the same place I had accidentally blown him up.(Long Story) When I came up to him, he said this, "You know, my dad was always saying 'I have to' or 'I'll get to' when we talked, never 'I want to' or 'I can';" he turned with a sad smile, "When I die, I mean for keeps, I'm not going to have any obligations for anyone, and I'll know I'll have done everything a transhuman can, I've lived a scum for 9 years, and you know what, it was nice, but f*ck it, what if I don't want to be orbiting Saturn anymore, what if I want to go to Locus? What then?" And we were off on the next ship to Locus. Posted by: Trash_Mongerer Ugh, that was painful to read. This is where the useful stuff starts. So yeah, Ision, a Zero-G dueler with a thousand favors. I once asked him why do things if he can get other people to do them for him, and he replied with “because where is the fun in that?”. That’s who we’re working with here. Still, having someone to convince the bad guys that that guard shot himself is always a plus. (I have no idea how he did that, the guards were either very stupid, or he can do something he hasn't told us)He tries to keep a “tough guy” or “badass” look, and he can act narcissistic, but both of those facades crumble like a Ruster without its checkup at the slightest push. Actually, that describes anything about his psyche pretty well. He often uses drugs and the like to try and repair stress, which has lead to some unhealthy addictions in the past, although most are taken care of. What hasn’t been is his tendency to reset himself to a prior backup when things get bad. This has been known to happen at least once. Anyways, he means well, and I wouldn’t worry about him backstabbing me on a mission. He wouldn’t worry about that either to be fair, take that how you will. The anarchist has saved me on multiple occasions though, so he’ll always be my first choice for diplomat on most missions.

Character Name: Kuro Arvenne Known Aliases: Yokozuna ‘Yoko’ Character Bio Born Orcinus Orca approximately 11BF, Kuro is the eldest daughter of a traditionally organized family of Orca uplifts [Reference Solarchive: Orcinus Orca, Matrilineal dynasties]. Her family is notable for its influences on Atlantica, Extropia, Europa and virtually any place in the system where there’s enough water to support their preferred morphs. It is also known for its equally widespread connections to Guanxi networks and operations. Serving as an enforcer and student of extropian law, she represents her family in underground wrestling matches apparently designed to settle disputes without disrupting cartel operations. Agents implanted throughout the cartel have been indispensable in protecting Firewall operations, although she is notable for complicating matters with her own initiatives. With proper handling, she would have been a non-issue, if convinced appropriately to allow or ignore Firewall agents and proxies operating within the cartel - as is the case with the current cartel matriarch. [Video attachments: **“Huge Vody punts Junta d*ckhead”, **“Settlement - Arvenne vs Tong”] Of note was her close relationship to her younger sibling - a brother by the name of Kodyi. While it would complicate matters to involve him, our analysis shows he would be the linchpin to any effort to forcibly persuade her to see reason. Unfortunately that option is no longer available. A month ago, Kuro and her brother were involved in an altercation on Atlantica with agents from server [redacted]. At present we lack information on the intentions or methods of the [redacted] agents - however Erasure teams had to be scrambled to prevent possible TiTAN nano-weapons, apparently deployed by server [redacted] agents from infecting the habitat. Information on the incident is still coming in, however she has apparently withdrawn into severe depression following the aftermath. Agents previously embedded in the cartel have either been forced to abandon their assignments or otherwise disappeared. Kuro is known to have survived, but withdrawn from public appearances - apparently due to deep depression. [Append: Eyes only] Initial fork interrogation has concluded Kuro should be barred from i-Net and Firewall resources until further notice: Her interest in such resources would extend only so far as an aide to conduct her vendetta with surviving personnel from server [redacted], and ultimately be harmful to Firewall’s ongoing goals. [i-Net blacklist confirmed as of [redacted]] Server [redacted] has been declared status: Rogue Her current mesh activity is devoted to locating surviving server [redacted] personnel and assets for retribution. Agents operating in parallel are advised to assist her only with extreme caution. Psychological and behavioural analysis has identified patterns and minor psychoses specific to those infected by the Watts Macleod strain exsurgent virus. While gamma-level psionic capabilities have yet to be documented, the possibility cannot be discounted. More recent psychological analysis has uncovered exceptional volatility to her temperament, especially at the mention of her younger brother, or TiTAN’s. Given her preference for high-performance, large-bodied morphs based on Orcinus Orca germ lines, do NOT bring up these subjects if within arms’ reach of her.

Name: Burnie Asimov TheEye alias: BlackHat Biography: The year is 2 AF. Alexander Asimov is a brinker living on Titania, Uranus, not to be confused with Titan, Saturn. Sometimes, Alexander Asimov gets lonely. This is, of course, understandable, but this time he acted on it. He didn't want to deal with the turbulence of reintegrating with society, so he programmed a friend. In the eight years the AGI existed, he learned four very important things: firstly, he learned to program; secondly, he learned that fire is beautiful; thirdly, The Solar System sucks; and lastly, he can use those first two lessons to resolve the third one. Thus, Burnie Asimov was born. He named himself after the English word for "flame", as he is a major pyromaniac. He travels the system as a revolutionary to some and terrorist to others. His violent sadism towards his enemies does not help his image when it comes to not being seen as a terrorist. On some level, he feels a little guilty for abandoning Alexander Asimov, so he sends his creator messages whenever it is safe to do so. Once Burnie is finished, which will not be any time soon, he plans to go back to Alexander and live quietly.

Name: Dr. Alex Llanera TheEye alias: [s]SnakeSucker[/s][sup]1[/sup] Biography: In the year is 2020 Alex Llanera lies on the ground bleeding from his partially severed penis. His abusive mother accidentally cut part of it off after playing a game of psychological torment. Over the coarse of his life, Alex began to hate humanity more and more, as opposed to his sibling who simply became a subtle misogynist. One day, after crying from his mother's half hearted attempt to cauterize his bleeding penis, she began yelling at him, calling him a machine. This was the tipping point where he consulted with his sibling and assisted in scientific strides towards transhumanism. He became an assistant at a university until transhuman technology became practical, not that he was afraid of being a test subject. Once transhuman technology was practical, or perhaps slightly before it was practical, they (singular, Alex only) disowned their gender identity because they found sexual dimorphism to be disgusting elitism. Alex immediately left for space on a colony separate from their sibling. Eventually, Alex found a network of people known as exhumans. They were fellow rejects who decided not to play transhumanities cruel games. Alex completely signed up within ten minutes. Ever since, Alex has been working as a hitman and, oddly, as a maid. Alex believes that they are amused at the idea of serving inferior transhumans; however, this is actually a coping mechanism to give the illusion that they were in control when being abused by the mother. Lastly, Alex went through a weeaboo stage and nearly became fluent in Japanese from immersion. [sup]1[/sup]"Whoever changed my TheEye net alias to 'SnakeSucker', prepare for a rough lobotomy."

Firewall Alias: Synapse Classified Name: Chelsea Mallory Sloan Known Aliases (partial list): Britney Daniels, ginger7538, Rita Alvarez Current Morph (as of March): Menton, modified, incorporating Skinflex technology Affiliations: Argonauts, Scum Position: Sentinel Current Location: Olympus City, Mars Known Motivations: Technoprogressivism, Research, Personal Development Known Interests: Guitar Chelsea M. Sloan was born in BF 22 in Los Angeles County on Earth. Synapse as she exists today, however, has told at least one Firewall trauma therapist that she thinks she may only have truly originated in AF 1. She has undergone significant ego reconstruction, having been put back together out of ego fragments and recollections of her original incarnation after she successfully attempted suicide in the wake of the Fall. Though her current brain-print demonstrates that her current state is remarkably stable and coherent, the nature of the event was enough to cause her to question whether she was still the same individual. The circumstances of her death and reconstitution necessitated the forcible retirement of her original identity. On top of this, Synapse is an async. She contracted Watts-MacLeod during the Fall, and her abilities remained even after she underwent significant psychosurgical repair. Her abilities are considerable, though she has reported difficulty controlling them. Synapse is a talented combatant, strategist, and general problem-solver, with an exceptional willingness to get the job done despite obstacles. However, she is heavily dependent on her psychiatric bio-tailoring regimen (for chronic ADHD and bipolar disorder), and tends to request therapeutic services at a significantly higher rate than most sentinels. She has also threatened to end her cooperation with Firewall if the organization harms any of a specified list of individuals outside the organization (see attached document). Her proxy's recommendation: Keep her in the field, but watch for lasting changes in her mental state or signs of malevolent or contagious exsurgent infection, as is prudent for any async member of Firewall. If she manages to reconnect with anyone from her past life, handle the situation with extreme caution; reasoning with her on the grounds of operational security has thus far been a sufficient deterrent, but she may change her mind.

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Character Name: Harkness Bio: One of the privileged few who escaped the Fall by being part of a rich upper-class family, Harkness belongs to a relatively successful but small post-Fall hypercorp family partnered with ExoTech. Harkness himself is a semi well-known media icon on Extropia, the prodigal inheritor of the psychosurgical and bio-sculpting firm known as "Lethe". His reputation stems from his legendary expertise in artistically rendering extremely unusual psyches and their accompanying morphs, from uplifts to AGIs to uniquely delicate memory edits and exclusive XPs. He is also publicly known for past allegations of having connections with the notorious Exhuman faction. This fact alone has led to his work being banned from all Jovian habitats, and his personal life coming under close scrutiny at times by the Planetary Consortium. Harkness is, in secret, but in fact, part of the Exhuman faction. His Exhuman mentor is an enigmatic being from the mesh calling itself "Abraxas", who's exact composition and point of origin is unknown, except that it originates from somewhere within the Kuiper Belt. Harkness is one of the rare cases of an Exhuman "hiding in plain sight", such that he has compartmentalized his own mind using his psychosurgical talents in order to create a public persona that can, for all intents-and-purposes, serve as a proxy between his true inner identity and the transhuman public he interfaces with occasionally. This leaves him in a somewhat dissociative state, suffering from MPD (multiple-personality-disorder) as the result of intentionally fragmenting his own consciousness. Recently, Harkness has been wrestling with the possibility that the entity calling itself "Abraxas" might in fact be a facet of his own fragmented mind, a point-of-fact that Abraxas does nothing to either endorse or refute.